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Hah Bumbug

I have always been a die-hard summer gal; the hotter and stickier the weather, the more I like it. But living in the way north for the last 18 years, I somehow let myself get drawn into the anticipation of the changing of the seasons. I never did see the big deal about watching the glorious warm weather fade, about no longer seeing the green grass and flowers, of not being able to dress closer to what nature intended. I just can't understand the thrill of having to dress in layers (who wants to look fatter, anyway?) of seeing all types of naked trees (just like people, they look much more attractive when they are dressed) and decorating in orange and brown (I never have met anyone whose favorite colors were one of those two--well, except for Brainy Boy who loves brown because it reminds him of chocolate, but I digress).

But not wanting to spread my party-poopiness to the world, I use the colder weather as an excuse to get some new clothes. I make as many trips as I can justify to the Cider Mill for donuts and cider and then I take advantage of exercising outside without sweating to death. Although I do end up getting into the spirit of things, I have my limits.

I got a bit worried when this tree in my front yard began turning yellow in August, but I was able to ignore it. However when I returned home after getting groceries today, I could not overlook the fallen leaves that had detached themselves during the brief rainstorm we had. This means that we have leaves falling in the summer. And that is just not right. I'm proclaiming that I'm not ready for fall, and I will be dragging my feet until September 23 when the calendar pronounces the end of my beloved summer. After all, in these parts of the woods, we are lucky if we get 4 to 6 weeks of true summer weather in the best of years.

I do realize that many in the world just adore autumn. No offense, but I'm not one of them because in case you didn't know, it means winter is coming. And for a heat lover in the north, that's bad. In protest, I'm wearing a sleeveless dress with sandals to dinner tonight. Look, Ma, no sweater. So there!

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Unknown said…
Oh Jennifer, we sure are on two different sides of the fence today, but my spirits are still soaring high.
9/09/2006 3:13 PM
PandaMom said…
Ya know, most people think that talking about the weather is just boring small talk to get through some informal introduction to someone, but I can foresee many of our bloggings to each other being about....the weather. I can truly say that as much snow as you are going to get that I am NOT jealous of that. I can take about a week of snow and then I am ready for spring. We rarely get snow and if we do the initial "OOOOHHHH, it's snowing!" lasts a day or so, the ground is covered maybe just enough so you can't see the ground for a day and then, boom-it's gone. Of course, when the snow does fall we all pretend that we are unable to function and board ourselves up in the house for the long winter's nap unless we get brave and venture out in the "storm". So as you can tell, because you've already read how much I LOVE fall and can't really get the kind of fall I long for....we are going to have fun just talkin' 'bout the weather! BTW, is that REALLY your front yard? I am totally jealous, because in this case, the grass is GREENER on the other side!!!
9/09/2006 3:17 PM
tim said…
Bah Bughum

those maples will do that..
9/10/2006 12:40 AM
Jodi @ blog-o-licious said…
I'm with you. I'm a summer-girl. It's just ironic that I live in Canada.
9/10/2006 1:40 PM
Anonymous said…
I am with ya Jennifer! The acorns are just a fallin' from our tree and our driveway is a mess! If I get konked on the head, it will NOT be pretty!
I did notice that , unlike last year, the squirrels are gathering acorns like crazy. I am thinking it's going to be a bad winter! The squirrel did NOT do this last year and it was an okay winter...we will see!
~Sue
9/10/2006 7:12 PM
Anonymous said…
and if you were closer to Amy...you would be closer to me! - Jenn Jones
9/11/2006 10:40 AM
Mommy Spice said…
We should totally switch places. It is so stink'en hot here in the south. We get maybe 6 weeks of winter, and those only come in "cold fronts". It may be 85 degrees one day in January, and 35 degrees the next day. I just want a real winter with consistant cold, and maybe even a little snow.
9/11/2006 9:31 PM
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